Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 63

A group of doctors entered the room one after another. After asking Wen Huaxi a few simple questions, they helped her onto the bed to check her dilation and the status of her amniotic fluid. They informed her that it was time for the epidural.

Yan Qinglan stayed by her side the entire time. Her cold sweat was falling in thick drops, streaming down her forehead.

She held Wen Huaxi’s hand, the one without the IV, and her own hand would not stop shaking.

“Don’t be so nervous. There are so many doctors here. Nothing will go wrong,” Wen Huaxi said as she lay there, looking at Yan Qinglan and gently brushing her forehead.

“Does it hurt?” Yan Qinglan asked, trying to shift her focus away from her anxiety.

“It’s manageable. The needle in my hand hurts more. Other than that, I barely feel anything now.” The contractions had passed since the epidural, and her belly no longer felt painful.

Wen Huaxi did not say too much. She was afraid that Yan Qinglan would spiral into anxiety again.

Watching Yan Qinglan stare at her hand like it was some kind of crisis, Wen Huaxi could not help smiling despite the situation.

“The needle is normal. Even during surgery, you have to get this kind of IV.”

A while later, Wen Huaxi no longer had the strength to speak. She focused on the doctor’s instructions and followed their rhythm to push.

Yan Qinglan could feel her grip weakening bit by bit. She clenched her jaw tightly.

Her lips were already broken in several spots from biting, but the pain still could not ease her tension.

Fortunately, the entire delivery took only about half an hour.

When the baby was finally delivered and let out her first cry in this world, Yan Qinglan almost broke down in tears.

“It’s all done now.” Wen Huaxi tried to steady her breathing, waiting for the doctors’ next steps.

Yan Qinglan did not say a word. She pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped the sweat from Wen Huaxi’s forehead.

“You should wipe your own sweat. Where is the baby? Aren’t you going to take a look?”

Wen Huaxi had regained a little energy and was eager to see the daughter she had worked so hard to bring into the world.

“I don’t want to.” Yan Qinglan could hear the baby crying. She also heard the nurses weighing and cleaning her.

But her heart was still weighed down by the fear of possibly losing Wen Huaxi. That emotion had not faded yet and still made it hard to breathe.

“That won’t do. Bring her here and let me take a look. She’s our baby after all.”

Yan Qinglan stood up stiffly, shook out her sore arms, and walked over to take the baby from the nurse.

When she saw the baby’s little patch of reddish hair, her expression finally softened. Her hands, once tense, became gentle as she held the newborn.

Little Qingxun had already stopped crying. Her tiny mouth moved slightly as if suckling. She stayed quiet and peaceful in her mother’s arms.

“She’s actually pretty calm,” Yan Qinglan said as she looked down at the baby, then back at Wen Huaxi, whose eyes were wide and shining as she stared at their child. Yan Qinglan finally felt her heart start to settle.

The fear that had been pressing down on her slowly began to fade. She could finally look at her daughter and her wife without hesitation.

Wen Huaxi stretched her neck for a better look.

“She’s so ugly.” Her voice was full of disappointment. This wrinkled little monkey could not possibly be her child.

“She will look better in a couple of days,” Yan Qinglan replied. She was already wearing a proud filter and found their daughter adorable in her own way.

But maybe Qingxun somehow understood what was being said. Her little eyebrows furrowed and she began to sniffle and cry.

Wen Huaxi closed her eyes.

“I don’t want her. I cannot believe I gave birth to such an ugly baby.”

The baby in her dreams had been beautiful. This was not what she expected.

“Newborns are not usually very cute at first,” the maternity nurse explained gently as she entered the room. She had just prepared a bottle of formula and took Qingxun from Yan Qinglan. With a few soothing pats, she fed the baby and calmed her down.

Wen Huaxi sighed.

“Bring her to me once she looks better.” She could not bring herself to like the way the baby looked right now.

Yan Qinglan finally smiled. Her wife’s childish nature was still the same as ever. She sat down beside her on the chair.

“How are you feeling now?”

“I’m alright. The hardest part is over now that the baby is born.” Wen Huaxi thought briefly about what came next and felt a tiny pang of worry.

But being naturally cheerful, she kept reassuring herself that everything would be fine. Her mood quickly lifted.

“You should go ask the nurse how to feed her,” Wen Huaxi said, raising her chin slightly and giving the still-worried new mother a gentle push.

After Qingxun’s birth certificate was completed, Wen Suixue arrived at the care center with a mountain of food. After checking on her sister, she sat nearby to play with her new niece.

Aside from the nurse, Wen Suixue was the second person Qingxun had interacted with that day.

The baby made soft little sounds and squirmed around. Wen Suixue’s maternal instincts kicked in and she fell in love with her niece immediately. She could not stop cuddling her.

“Huaxi, are you really not going to take care of your own baby?” After playing for a while, Wen Suixue walked over holding the baby and looked at the couple still chatting nearby.

Your child is right here and neither of you is paying attention?

Wen Huaxi was one thing. She was still young.

But Yan Qinglan too? Was this what a good mother looked like?

“I don’t want to. She’s ugly. Just looking at her ruins my mood.” Wen Huaxi answered bluntly.

Wen Suixue quickly covered the baby’s ears.

A newborn should not be hearing things like that.

“At least look at her or hold her for a moment. If you keep ignoring her, she might start thinking I’m her mom.”

Half an hour later, Wen Suixue finally gave in and placed Qingxun into Wen Huaxi’s arms.

Wen Huaxi pouted, clearly reluctant, but still accepted the baby.

Holding this little girl who had lived in her body for ten months, who had inherited her red hair and likely her personality, Wen Huaxi suddenly felt a powerful connection between them—something rooted in blood.

She gently touched her daughter’s cheek and couldn’t help but playfully tease the baby, who was still busy suckling.

Her expression softened.

So what if she looked a little strange? She would grow into her looks eventually.

With her and Yan Qinglan’s genes, it was impossible for their daughter to stay ugly for long.

And even if she somehow stayed that way, she was still their daughter. There was no way she could actually dislike her.

Little Qingxun finally heard her mother’s heartbeat. Aside from continuing to suck on her pacifier, her fingers, and even the air, she stopped crying. She quietly swayed her head, already starting to drift off to sleep.

Watching this scene, a warm feeling flowed through Yan Qinglan’s heart.

No matter why this child had followed them through reincarnation, she was now a part of their family.

They had to treat her well. After all, she was their child.

Yan Qinglan took out her phone and snapped a photo. After thinking it over for a moment, she sent it privately to Yan Mingzhu.

Wen Huaxi saw her taking the picture and even smiled toward the camera.

She lifted little Qingxun slightly to give Yan Qinglan a better angle.

After sending the photo, Yan Qinglan gently took the baby from Wen Huaxi’s arms.

“Don’t tire your mother out,” she said softly to Qingxun, as if giving her a little lesson.

Qingxun pouted.

Her expression looked just like Wen Huaxi’s a moment ago. Anyone could tell they were related.

“We were planning to give her the nickname ‘Little Sweetie.’ We’ve been calling her that for half a year already.”

Wen Huaxi looked at her daughter, who was sucking on everything with great focus—her fingers, the pacifier, even the air.

“Maybe we should change it to ‘Little Sucky.’”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Qingxun let out a loud cry, clearly objecting to the name.

“Sis, am I crazy or does it feel like she understood what you just said?” Wen Suixue was genuinely surprised.

“Maybe. I asked her for name ideas before too. Since she doesn’t like it, we’ll keep calling her Little Sweetie.”

Little Sweetie heard it and seemed quite pleased. She stopped crying and settled down again.

“She acts like a future film queen. Not bad. She’s got my flair,” Wen Huaxi said proudly as she looked at her dramatic little daughter.

If she already knew how to fake tears at this age, what would she be like when she grew up?

“By the way, Sister Qing, should we do a paternity test now?”

Wen Huaxi looked closely at Little Sweetie’s still-closed eyes and narrow lids, and finally brought up the topic.

She had thought that once the baby was born, they would be able to tell whether she resembled Yan Qinglan.

That was a miscalculation. The baby was still too small, and her face was wrinkled and hard to judge.

“There’s no rush.” Yan Qinglan gently played with Little Sweetie, fully convinced that this was her daughter.

“Look at her opening her mouth just now. It would be easy to get a sample.”

Yan Qinglan might not be in a hurry, but Wen Huaxi was.

Back when she was pregnant, she had convinced herself through dreams that this child was from her past life with Yan Qinglan.

Now that the baby had finally arrived, the answer could finally be revealed.

“Alright. I’ll take her for the test. Wait here for me, Huaxi.” Yan Qinglan could only listen to her wife.

Even the fastest tests would take at least three to six hours. They might not get the results today.

After the samples were taken, Wen Huaxi was able to get out of bed and walk around.

She leaned against Yan Qinglan, looped her arms around her neck, and spoke like a seventy-year-old woman, lowering her voice dramatically.

Yan Qinglan could not stop laughing at her antics.

Just then, a few of Wen Huaxi’s friends arrived and walked in on the scene.

“Huaxi, you’re already out of bed?” Lu Tong asked in surprise, placing her gifts to one side.

She was followed by Yu Xiyun and Du Jiayan.

Since Yan Mingzhu knew she should not come in person, she had sent gifts instead, which were brought in along with the others.

The room was quickly filled to the brim.

“My recovery has been smooth. I’m able to walk around a little now.” Wen Huaxi could not stand being stuck in bed any longer.

With her friends there, Yan Qinglan quietly stepped aside so they could have time together. She stayed nearby to keep watch.

She watched as Wen Huaxi lifted Little Sweetie and proudly showed her off to her friends.

Wen Huaxi was especially cheeky. She insisted that her friends compliment the wrinkly little monkey, then gleefully watched them struggle to come up with compliments. After that, she was the first to declare that the baby was ugly.

Little Sweetie was probably numb to it all. She didn’t even bother crying anymore, letting Wen Huaxi say whatever she wanted.

Watching all this, Yan Qinglan suddenly had the urge to show off a little herself.

She opened her social media and saw that her mother had already posted a picture of the baby. After liking the post, she found the contacts for a few of her cousins and sent them the same photo.

Yan Yunlan replied with a single set of ellipses.

“Jealous?” Yan Qinglan looked at that row of dots and suddenly understood why Wen Huaxi had so much fun teasing her friends earlier.

“I am not jealous,” came the reply.

Yan Yunlan wanted her career, not children. There was nothing to be jealous of.

Still, she quietly wiped away a tear that smelled faintly of lemon.

Yan Yunlan, after thinking for a moment, grew even more frustrated. Her cousin had not only taken the spotlight but also her career opportunity.

To make matters worse, Yan Qinglan saved one of Wen Huaxi’s smug expression stickers and sent it directly to her cousin.

Yan Yunlan was so annoyed she nearly threw her phone across the room.

After repeating this childish behavior two or three more times, Yan Qinglan finally felt satisfied. That was when she saw Yan Yunlan retaliate by sending her the latest intel on Gu Lian.

Before she even had time to look at it, one of the doctors who assisted during delivery came out and called for her.

“Miss Yan, during postnatal cleaning, we found this,” the doctor said, opening her palm to reveal a jade thumb ring, still stained with blood. “If I recall correctly, the baby was holding onto this when she was born.”

“Holding it?” Yan Qinglan froze.

She could not process the information. Her mind buzzed as if it had gone completely blank.

“Yes. I have been delivering babies for years, and I have never seen anything like it. But this truly happened. There is footage to confirm it, so there is no mistake. We just wanted to ask… during intercourse, was there ever a chance something like this could have been inserted… accidentally?” The doctor looked extremely uncomfortable and struggled to finish her sentence.

She genuinely had no idea how to explain this logically.

Yan Qinglan took the ring in a daze, her head pounding with pain.

“No,” she replied firmly, forcing herself to stay calm as she spoke to the doctor, then returned to the room with the ring in hand.

If she was not mistaken, this ring was the one Yan Mingzhu had lost years ago.

It had originally been part of a pair and was meant to be gifted to Wen Huaxi as a family heirloom.

Later that night, after feeding Qingxun, coaxing her to sleep, and then comforting Wen Huaxi, Yan Qinglan finally lay beside her and began thinking about the ring.

Yan Mingzhu had lost a matching pair.

Judging by the color and size, this was one of them.

But how had it ended up in the baby’s hand?

Or more accurately, how did it get into Wen Huaxi’s body in the first place?

And where was the other ring?

Yan Qinglan could not figure it out.

What confused her even more were the faint and fragmented memories she had started to recover.

She had remembered quite a bit this time, but everything came in pieces.

They were all brief flashes.

Some showed her in the martial world.

Some showed her holding the pair of rings.

Some showed her at Yan Mingzhu’s hospital bedside.

And others showed her staring blankly at Wen Huaxi’s grave.

None of them connected. They remained scattered and incomplete.

Yan Qinglan did not dare draw conclusions based on fragments. All she could do was guess.

The jade ring had originally been in Yan Mingzhu’s possession.

Since she gave it to Wen Huaxi in this life, it was likely that in the previous life, it ended up with Wen Huaxi too.

Yan Qinglan could not remember whether she had lost the ring in her past life.

But before their marriage, Wen Huaxi never had access to the Yan family home. There was no way she could have stolen it.

Besides, how did the ring even end up inside Wen Huaxi’s body?

It likely entered her uterus, and somehow, their baby brought it out during birth.

Yan Qinglan stared at the ring in the moonlight, her thoughts spinning.

If their child had come into Wen Huaxi’s womb because of her own rebirth, then was it possible the jade ring followed the same path?

Could it have been something the baby had held tightly onto and brought along with her?

Qingxun, somewhere in her dreams, proudly declared:

Yes, I am truly the baby who was born clutching jade.

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